“Why is it that homemade mac and cheese made by a mom is inherently better?” Rachel asked the question of the group at large, gathered around Rebecca’s kitchen table, as she scooped another half serving onto her plate.
Jonah’s mom grinned, the green eyes she shared with her son sparkling. “The secret ingredient is in the handbook.”
“My copy must’ve gotten lost in the mail. Or maybe it’s waiting for me at home.” Sam held out her plate. “Hook me up with some more of that while you’re at it, Rachel.”
Jonah arched a brow. “Taking advantage of eating for two?”
“You bet your a*s I am. I’m riding this train as long as it lasts.” She shoveled in another bite and hummed a long contented note. “She’s totally right. Yours is so much better.”
Rebecca’s cheeks pinked. “Oh, now, you know I love see
